The Art of Existing

Can you see me? Are you aware of these clashing entities that are rubbing my insides raw? Extended appendages and inaudible screams are all that I have to salvage what's left of me. Can you even see me? Can you hear me calling out from within the void? Do you feel the vibration from the echoes of this prison? Can you hear me? I know it's too much to ask of you to decipher my feelings when I am speaking in tongues. Can you feel me scuffling with my own emotion, trying to keep the beast inside from mauling me into nonexistence? Can you feel me fighting my flight instincts? Darling, my endeavor feels like failure, so can you please help me?